Song Chengyu said to the old man trapped in the containment room: "Wait for me to get the key." He turned and walked towards the backyard. He heard footsteps as soon as he reached the door of the building. He quickly leaned sideways against the wall and knocked down a few. A young Jiuwenlong came in from the outside. Just stepping into the door with his front foot, Song Chengqiu's right hand had already passed around his waist. When Jiuwenlong stepped in with his second foot, a bayonet that was a foot and a half long had been taken. Song Chengyu held it in his hand.

When Jiuwenlong half body had entered the door, the bayonet held by Song Chengqi had been aimed at Jiuwenlong's waist and waited for an opportunity to shoot. After he could see the Jiuwenlong clearly, he turned the blade around and asked faintly: "The few individually?"

"In the backyard, I fainted." Jiuwenlong glanced at the bayonet in Song Chengqi's hand: "Master Song, where did you pick up this bayonet? The spine of the knife is rusty, it can't be wiped. It's clean."

It is very common to find bayonet in Hong Kong or accidentally dig into the mud. British, Japanese, and even the Kuomintang troops who fled to Hong Kong. Jiuwenlong followed Shi Yehui to deliver food. The vegetable farmer dug several bayonets from the ground near the barracks.

"Shanghai." Song Chengqi carried the bayonet and walked to the backyard in front of the young people who had been knocked out by Jiuwenlong. He fumbled and searched for several people, found a bunch of keys, and threw them to Jiuwenlong. Go open the rooms and let everyone out."

"Oh." Jiuwenlong took the key and went to the building and began to open the doors of the various containment rooms. Song Chengqi used a bayonet blade to pat the head of the young man who was carrying the key. He was obviously a small boss among several people. When he woke up, the little boss opened his eyes to see Song Chengqiu. He hadn't recovered yet. He propped his hands on the ground and was about to sit up. He cursed: "Old dumb..."

With a cry, the bayonet in Song Chengqi's hand was already firmly nailed to the back of his right hand supporting the ground. The blade passed through the entire palm and plunged into the mud!

"Ah~~~!" The other party screamed, and Song Chengqi fixed his eyes on the other party and said: "The lame old man who was picked up four days ago is in Boundary? Let you kill these people who have been suffering enough!"

The little boss wanted to struggle, so Song Chengyu twisted the handle of the knife forcefully, and forced a blood hole on the back of the little boss's hand: "Say!"

"Yes...yes...you old waste wood, I will pick you..." The little boss tried to perfuse Song Chengqi while speaking, but suddenly he touched the wooden stick next to him with his other hand, and then moved towards Song Chengqi smashed his head!

Song Chengyu pulled out the bayonet, and held the wooden stick from the opponent with his left hand. With the bayonet in his right hand, he simply stabbed the opponent's heart, and the expression on his entire face didn't fluctuate a bit!

The whole body of the young man shook violently, and then he lay still on the ground, his eyes fixedly looking at the sky.

Song Chengyu said coldly towards the dead little boss:

"I am indeed an old waste wood, but I only need my waste wood to kill you. Good people don't bother to kill, I will kill."

The second young man still just opened his eyes, and before he could see Song Chengqi in front of him clearly, Song Chengqi's bayonet was nailed to the opponent's shoulder, making him wake up in an instant!

"The lame old man who was picked up four days ago is here? Let's let you kill these people who have been hard enough! Speak!"

At this time, Jiuwenlong had run out again, and he was shocked when he saw the blood on the ground and standing in the blood to question Song Chengyu. Song Chengyi wiped the bayonet on the corpse's clothes and turned to look at Jiuwenlong: "what's up?"

Jiuwenlong swallowed a mouthful of water, and said to Song Chengqin, whose eyes were red and murderous in front of him, "I let those poor people out. Now they are running around and crawling around. There are... several doctors who are leading people. Run out from the front building to arrest people. Among them, one of the doctors is a ghost!"

...

Chu Xiaoxin frowned when he heard the voice outside the door and looked at Song Tianyao, but Song Tianyao's heart sank slightly. If Lan Gang had nothing to do, he would definitely not come to see him and do him, because Lan Gang didn't even know that he was in Lu Yu's teahouse. After calling Lou Fengyun at the factory to inquire about it, she rushed here again.

So Song Tianyao nodded towards Chu Xiaoxin.

"Let him in." Chu Xiaoxin said after Song Tianyao nodded.

Outside the door, Chen Xingfu pushed open the box door, Lan Gang stepped in from his side and leaned slightly towards Chu Xiaoxin: "Mr. Chu."

Chu Xiaoxin said, Song Tianyao looked at Lan Gang. Lan Gang's usual laughing face was a bit solemn at this time. His eyes swept away from Chu Xiaoxin. Song Tianyao said, "Go ahead, Mr. Chu doesn't matter here. He always knew about me."

"Mr. Song, your grandfather was in a welfare home in Liwan, and he had some trouble with the people in the hospital. It was a bit tricky. After he got the news, Brother Xiong blocked the scene. He immediately called me to contact you. I'll call you. Factory, sister Yun said you are here, I will rush over."

Lan Gang's words changed Song Tianyao's color: "Liwan? My grandfather has lived in Kowloon City for so long, and he rarely walks out of the walled city. How could he run so far to Liwan?"

"Master Song carried out a slaughter in the orphanage. Five people in the orphanage died and thirteen were injured on the spot. When the people on the 14th and the police passed by, three of the people who were seriously injured could not hold it and died. , The wounded who survived said that it was Master Song's hand." Lan Gang said, scratching his face.

Chu Xiaoxin was holding the tea in his hand and was about to take a sip. Hearing Lan Gang's words, the tea cup shook slightly, and a few drops of tea came out!

Song Tianyao frowned and caught the important words in Lan Gang's words for the first time: "Welfare home? Baoliangju?"

"No, I have already checked that there is no Baoliangju affiliated to Poliangju. It is a fake. They put the signboard of Poliangju because the three words Poliangju can make many poor people feel at ease."

"Let Ah Xiong find a few dead ghosts. I will pay for the money. Let's go. It is a trivial matter that is not related to the good situation." When Chu Xiaoxin heard Lan Gang's words, he was actually shocked. Song Tianyao's grandfather murdered? But after hearing that it had nothing to do with Po Liangju, he tried to make himself look calmer and spoke calmly.

As long as it is not a subordinate unit of Baoliangju, the real bigwigs of Baoliangju will not be troubled and stared to death, killing a few people to replace the dead ghosts, in Chu Xiaoxin's eyes, it is really just a trivial matter.

"That orphanage specializes in deceiving homeless Chinese people into entering. Small or younger people are sold to factories or rubber plantations in Malaysia, Thailand. Older ones are raised as pigs and are drawn every three or two days. The blood, the blood drawn was sold to hospitals all over Hong Kong at a high price.” Lan Gang said with a gloomy face: “Now the news is firmly suppressed by Brother Xiong's relationship, not to mention the ghosts, even Liu Fu and Zhang Rongjin also I don’t know for the time being. The dead ghosts have also been arranged. Those who were seriously injured on the street were also completely killed by Qi Weiwen. It can be said that all the social workers in the orphanage have been done. No outsider knows about my own people and those poor people who have been deceived and deceived. These things are easy to deal with, but apart from the Chinese, there is a ghost in the orphanage. This ghost is playing the British Red Cross Hong Kong branch medical assistance In the name of the assistant director of the team and the assistant director of medical and health of the Hong Kong government, now except that your grandpa must kill the ghost and be temporarily restrained by the male brother, no one dares to actually kill the ghost with official status. , I dare to kill those who are on the street, the 14th, but kill this ghost..."

"The news didn't spread?" Song Tianyao frowned and said after hearing Lan Gang's words.

Lan Gang said affirmatively: "The place is far away from the city, and the door of the orphanage is locked. Inside are the man on the 14th and a dozen brothers of Brother Xiong. No news has been leaked."

"Can I believe you?" Song Tianyao slowly turned his eyes, stared at Lan Gang's face, and took another look at Chu Xiaoxin.

Lan Gang was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Song Tianyao with piercing eyes: "Mr. Song, you have a word."

"Okay." Song Tianyao lowered his head and stood up slowly. When he raised his head again, his murderous intent was almost exactly the same as Song Chengqin's murder in the orphanage: "Selling Chinese people's blood and lives? The Hong Kong branch of the British Red Cross? My Pu? You Eminem! No one dares to kill a ghost? I kill!"